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I drew another one kinda like it but not completely the same thing tho

#jedtavius #jedediah #my art #moop Moop #what are tags #tags are hard #love ya jed boi #country boi I love youuu

#moop moop #tbh i think i might just stay up #and take a shower at like 8 or so #and drink 10000000 cups of coffee #bc im nervous for this job orientation #and if i sleep #which i wont be able to #ill be even worse #and ill oversleep #and no #im getting a bunch of anons being worried about me #you guys are rlly cute and nic e #dont worry about me this is normal for me lmao #ily you guys im okay dw #personal

i should learn how to be keen on situations to prevent them from getting awkward.

#lifegoal #moop moop

my response to a teeny bit of validation w regards to my essay and where it’s going: stay in bed and watch jupiter ascending while eating leftover butter noodles

#while also nursing a bit of a hangover #moop moop #isa's life or lack thereof

high and low

idk man today was just low all day

i feel like my friends only look for me whenever they need me and when they don't they don't even tell me where they are or anything. tired of being called whenever they want something from me

i'm not getting anything beneficial from this relationship and i honestly don't see why i go on my lone wolf route and just do everything by myself.. it feels like i will get a lot more done that way

i'm trying to think of anything high today

can't really think of anything..

maybe when my theatre groupmates and i were practicing sound hookups and such things the theatre prof showed up in the theatre (it's sunday and it's 4pm) and he asked us how are things going and he helped us with our channel hookup and patch things. that was pretty cool. i guess living in a small town, you have professors living 5 minutes away from college and stuff.

meh i'm gonna go watch more bosch i'm on the second last episode of 1st season. it makes me wanna read the book

#moop moop #hiandlo

James wasn’t exactly the type who practices Valentine’s. If anything, he was that guy who ends up droning through a Lifetime movie that hedidn’t even get to watch from the beginning, or that guy who works through thenight and using said substandard over the counter movies as white noise to not feel so alone. In fact, even when growing up he couldn’t really remember anything that was pleasant during that day. But he didn’t loathe it either like some bitter old person. In James’ world, it was just that the day was nearly non-existent…or at least he tries to make it so as he isn’t exactly the expert dater type.

So it wasn’t really a surprise that he was, at that moment, nervous at best – there he was, Dr. James Foster holding a box of chocolates as he stood tensely in his own kitchen like a lost puppy. As much as he wanted to impress the Asgardian, he just doesn’t know what to do aside from the most familiar. Besides, their story wasn’t exactly the kind where you pick something special and couple-quirky along the way so you could relive it in such a, well, special day. Large metal things that shoot death rays and near death via the Aether wasn't exactly a romance novel framework. And remembering what Thor gave him didn't help either.

“Hey…” he finally mumbled when Thor finally caught a glimpse of him and smiled. James could only do the same – Thor had that effect. “It—it’s…” the words came too dry that he had to clear his throat and set the boxes on the table. “It’s kind of customary to give your partner chocolates or flowers on this day and since I never really pegged you as the flower kind of guy -- and you don't look like the type that would jump up and down from an Earth level telescope... unlike me..." he mumbled with a shy chuckle. "Here… chocolates…from Earth…” he smiled weakly while he felt his blood seep into where all his veins ended as if his own body was setting him up to faint or something. But when one had never experienced the holiday to its extent, more so with a man like Thor whose depth of intimacy had far exceeded the level of relationships that he had with the other people he dated, it was nerve-wracking -- even more so when the thought that he only had chocolates to give lingered in his mind; that he only had those to give while he got a gift from Thor that was equivalent of, like, three Christmases.

“I-uh…” he scratched the back of his head. “I added a couple of boxes too…” he cleared his throat again and gestured at the other two boxes that were as identical as the first although he made sure that they all have different chocolates. “—since we uh… missed a couple ones…” he finally smiled albeit shyly. “We can play chocolate roulette or something…”